Riott
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Just curious to see some of the stories you guys have about getting busted for tokin...so post them!
Heres mine...
So I was with a couple friends smoking at one of there houses after school, when they decide they want to go over to this dudes house to smoke. (the shitty thing is I didn't even want to go, because I didn't like the guy and we already had weed, lol.)
So we go over to his house and go threw the back door into the basement where his room is set up. So we were chillin and tokin, and this girl there needed to leave and my friend needed to move his car, so we go up and get into his car and back out to let her out (come to think of it I'm not sure why we all got in just to move the car, lol.)
I remember at this point I had a weird feeling and was saying we should leave, but they didn't agree (obviously). So we go back down and smoke somemore ect. ect. and finally they decide they want to go.
So we pull out and drive down the road and before you know it we get pulled over by an officer. We didn't really know why we had gotten pulled over at this point but were just going along with it. At this point I she pulls my friend thats driving out, and I look around and hadn't even noticed that narcotics officers were all around us.
So they pull us out one by one asking questions back and forth. The main thing they were asking about was the house we were just at (we later found out they were watching the house). Than they cuffed us and put us in the back of a cruiser. One of the narcotics agents leans down to me and asks
"Do you know where were going?"
Given the situation I said
"Juvy?"
So the cop says that were going back to where we came from. So we go back to their house, they raid it, arrest everyone ect. ect.
So well all this is going on I should state that a friend was living with me and my brother at the time and had seen the whole thing from his work across the street from were we were pulled over, so he called my brother (who had just turned 1, and he hastily took all the shit out of my room and put it in his, assuming they would only search my room.
So we end up going to these cells at DPS and they asked us some more questions blahblahblah and soon they take me back to my house. One thing I recall in the car ride to my house is the cop asking me if I had any meth or guns at my house (which really pissed me off, just because I toke doesn't mean I'm a tweaker.) What my brother didn't realize was while we were in the car I pretty much told them what I had in my room because they were already gonna search it (dont try to call bullshit on this, I live in a police state, they would have searched it and there was no way around it)
So anyway they take me to my house and my parents were in the living room. They set me on my couch in handcuffs and talk to my parents a while (they knew I toked but played stupid obviously which was their only choice at this point).
So they take me into my bathroom, watch me piss without even taking the handcuffs off (like I fucking knew this was going to happen and hid some clean pee in my bathroom :/) They searched my room, didn't find anything, asked my brother and he admitted he took it.
So this is the worst part (the part that pisses me off the most). The "drug paraphernalia" is as follows but not limited to:
Ofcourse my plethora of pipes and bongs, also some boxers with a weed imprint, some gages with a weed imprint, a Chronic Future CD, a Bob Marley T-Shirt blahblahblah
So anyway, sorry that was so long...probably not as crazy to someone who didn't experience it first hand. Definetley one of the many reasons I have no respect for Police.
My philosophy on cops is that although there supposed to be for our protection, the only thing they protect is their personal interests, and instead of making us feel safe, they make us feel nervous, scared, and uneasy. It's fucked up when you think about it.
So enough of my rambling, let's hear some of your stories!
Heres mine...
So I was with a couple friends smoking at one of there houses after school, when they decide they want to go over to this dudes house to smoke. (the shitty thing is I didn't even want to go, because I didn't like the guy and we already had weed, lol.)
So we go over to his house and go threw the back door into the basement where his room is set up. So we were chillin and tokin, and this girl there needed to leave and my friend needed to move his car, so we go up and get into his car and back out to let her out (come to think of it I'm not sure why we all got in just to move the car, lol.)
I remember at this point I had a weird feeling and was saying we should leave, but they didn't agree (obviously). So we go back down and smoke somemore ect. ect. and finally they decide they want to go.
So we pull out and drive down the road and before you know it we get pulled over by an officer. We didn't really know why we had gotten pulled over at this point but were just going along with it. At this point I she pulls my friend thats driving out, and I look around and hadn't even noticed that narcotics officers were all around us.
So they pull us out one by one asking questions back and forth. The main thing they were asking about was the house we were just at (we later found out they were watching the house). Than they cuffed us and put us in the back of a cruiser. One of the narcotics agents leans down to me and asks
"Do you know where were going?"
Given the situation I said
"Juvy?"
So the cop says that were going back to where we came from. So we go back to their house, they raid it, arrest everyone ect. ect.
So well all this is going on I should state that a friend was living with me and my brother at the time and had seen the whole thing from his work across the street from were we were pulled over, so he called my brother (who had just turned 1, and he hastily took all the shit out of my room and put it in his, assuming they would only search my room.
So we end up going to these cells at DPS and they asked us some more questions blahblahblah and soon they take me back to my house. One thing I recall in the car ride to my house is the cop asking me if I had any meth or guns at my house (which really pissed me off, just because I toke doesn't mean I'm a tweaker.) What my brother didn't realize was while we were in the car I pretty much told them what I had in my room because they were already gonna search it (dont try to call bullshit on this, I live in a police state, they would have searched it and there was no way around it)
So anyway they take me to my house and my parents were in the living room. They set me on my couch in handcuffs and talk to my parents a while (they knew I toked but played stupid obviously which was their only choice at this point).
So they take me into my bathroom, watch me piss without even taking the handcuffs off (like I fucking knew this was going to happen and hid some clean pee in my bathroom :/) They searched my room, didn't find anything, asked my brother and he admitted he took it.
So this is the worst part (the part that pisses me off the most). The "drug paraphernalia" is as follows but not limited to:
Ofcourse my plethora of pipes and bongs, also some boxers with a weed imprint, some gages with a weed imprint, a Chronic Future CD, a Bob Marley T-Shirt blahblahblah
So anyway, sorry that was so long...probably not as crazy to someone who didn't experience it first hand. Definetley one of the many reasons I have no respect for Police.
My philosophy on cops is that although there supposed to be for our protection, the only thing they protect is their personal interests, and instead of making us feel safe, they make us feel nervous, scared, and uneasy. It's fucked up when you think about it.
So enough of my rambling, let's hear some of your stories!